I'm so sad I'm afraid my broken heart will fail. And to know you'll find another girl- makes me want to be impaled. I can't believe I lost you again... Poet, you have to stop, talking to myself... You can't continue to think about this Or you will drown in your own tears. What's the answer? Where's … Continue reading Broken
These broken wings smartly sting but if you listen closely they also sing Songs of sadness, songs of loss, songs that prevent me from paying the cost It must be paid! Wisdom cries out, searching for someone to take the blame. But I have suffered, I've been alone. What more do you want- to share … Continue reading Daily Prompt: Sting
At this moment I feel as if I'm being catapulted through a long, dark subway tunnel except I'm not on a subway car. Strange, because, I've never even seen a subway. I am on my own again. There's this invisible force pushing my body and at the same time pulling me away from everything familiar. … Continue reading Ramblings of the Lost
Why am I not good enough? I don't understand. Except, there's this. I'm not thin. I'm not smart. I don't reach for your hand. I stare at your mouth and then look away- remembering every day. I'm a stupid bitch and a selfish little thing. I can't please you, why do I try? Everything I … Continue reading Inner Monologue
I'm looking for myself today because I'm all alone* I glance out the window and think of my former home *Where have I gone, What have I done, I bend down and pick up a stone*He's rejected me again, I'm pulling out my hair, will I ever learn? *The rain begins to fall and tempers … Continue reading Out the Window
I am somewhere else not where I am lost in this daisy atmosphere going up, up, up I was in a good place the other day but now I'm drifting away- too far, too much As if there were no gravity to hold my soul in place and it hurts as it's being torn out The bpd is getting the best of … Continue reading Lost Daisy
Have you looked back on an older poem you wrote and said, “What does this even mean?” That was me today. Lol.
He chopped at the log with the fury of a Greek God
The foggy mountain top he raised his head to gaze
Armed sufficiently when insincerity and indecency collide
His flaming head now full of dread and thinking that he’s dead
Damning thoughts they disappear the ax he swings relieved
Fully consumed with gratitude she lays him-freed, in the ground.